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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Clear Light to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Slave,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.