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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.