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 Iraq and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 The Real Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Skarface,
The Index,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.