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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Fall to the rap 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.