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 Iceland and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Slave,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.