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 Grenada and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Skatalites 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
DNA,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.