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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.