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 India and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.