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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mr. Review to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.