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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
The Doors,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.