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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.