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 Andorra and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gladiators to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Visage,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.