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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
PIL,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.