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 Yemen and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Standells to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.