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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 MDC to the disco 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.