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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Niagra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.