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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Anakelly to the grunge 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
The Offenders,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.