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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade to the rock 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.