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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shadows of Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Symarip,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.