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 Taiwan and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 The Buckinghams to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.