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 Finland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
Television,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Faust,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.