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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Livin' Joy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.