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 East Timor and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.