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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.