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 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.