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 France and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Fear,
CMW,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.