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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dennis Brown to the techno 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
The Move,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
CMW,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.