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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Moody Blues to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.