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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.