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 Slovenia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Accadde A to the electroclash 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
The Martian,
X-101,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
Index,
Faraquet,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.