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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.