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 States and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.