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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quantec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.