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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 grime 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.