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 Angola and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.