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 Mauritius 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 B.T. Express to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Wire,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.