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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Technova,
Second Layer,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Nas,
Index,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.