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 Austria and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
ABC,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.