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 Grenada and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar 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?
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.