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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.