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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.