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 Liberia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 CMW to the rap 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
World's Most,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.