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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Glenn Branca 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Busters,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.