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 Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.