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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Crooked Eye 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.