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 Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Blues Magoos to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
World's Most,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.