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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 JFA to the crunk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Wire,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.