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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Moebius to the punk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
Cybotron,
10cc,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
Ituana,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.