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 Maldives and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Swans to the jazz 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.