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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Brick to the grunge 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.