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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Yellowson to the techno 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.