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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
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 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 the Normal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
ABC,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.