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 Qatar and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
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 linndrum 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the funk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Brick,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.