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 Maldives and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Marmalade to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City 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?
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.