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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Skatalites to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.