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 United States and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Janne Schatter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.