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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Martian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.