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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Von Mondo to the funk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.