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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.