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 Belgium and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.