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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.