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 Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker to the rap 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.