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 Turkey and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Television,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.