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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.