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 Bahrain 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound to the dance 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
AZ,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.