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 Hungary and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Crime to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.