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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Metal Thangz to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.