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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.