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 Qatar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Lower 48 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.