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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 The Red Krayola 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.