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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shoche to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
MDC,
Swans,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.