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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.