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 Cuba and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 ABC to the grunge 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.