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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 J.B.'s to the grime 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Zeros,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.