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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 The Offenders to the grunge 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Monks,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.