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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Mandrill to the disco 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Oneida,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.