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 United States and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.