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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Skaos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.