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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
UT,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.