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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.