Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cowsills to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.