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 the UAE and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Can,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.