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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ossler 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
New Order,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.