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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters 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?
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.