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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.