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 Nepal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Dual Sessions to the funk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.