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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Half Japanese to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.