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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Newcleus to the funk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.