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 Benin and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.