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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.