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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ken Boothe to the punk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.