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 Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Fugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.