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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mojo Men to the punk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
MDC,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.