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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Davy DMX to the crunk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Urselle,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.