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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.