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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.