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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Franke,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.