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 Mexico and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Darondo to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.