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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Bush Tetras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.