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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.