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 Poland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 the Association to the crunk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.