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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Max Romeo to the rap 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.