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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Axelrod to the grime 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes 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?
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.