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 Panama and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.