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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.