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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Television,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.