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 Russia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Agent Orange to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.