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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.