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 Qatar 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Qualms to the funk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Oblivians,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.