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 Sweden 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.