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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
The Evens,
Urselle,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.