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 Barbados 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Black Bananas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.