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 Burkina and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.