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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 ABBA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.