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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.