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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.