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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
EPMD,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.