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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.