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 Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 sitar 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 DJ Sneak to the dance 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.