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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gong to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.