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 Turkmenistan 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moody Blues to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.