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 Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 DJ Style to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes 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?
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Skriet,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.