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 Georgia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Joe Finger to the disco 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.