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 Malta and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the dance 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.