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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pylon to the electroclash 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Cameo,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.