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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Deadbeat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.