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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Yaz 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.