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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Bad Manners to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Nas,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.