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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 T. Rex to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.