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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.