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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 10cc to the techno 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
Hoover,
PIL,
Motorama,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.