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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DNA to the electroclash 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.