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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
Magma,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.