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 Chad 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.