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 Denmark and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.