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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
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Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.