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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Derrick Morgan to the rap 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
The Motions,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.