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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Last Poets to the electroclash 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.