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 Suriname and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Average White Band to the grime 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
MDC,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.