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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Pierre Henry 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
UT,
Smog,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
The Move,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.