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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 The Index to the jazz 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.