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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1978.
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 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.