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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
UT,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
Q65,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.