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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.