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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quantec to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.