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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Radio Birdman to the techno 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
The American Breed,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.