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 Niger and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 China Crisis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q65,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.