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 Serbia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 synthesizer 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 The Trojans to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.