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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moss Icon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Ludus,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.