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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gap Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.