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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 funk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.