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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 The Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Franke,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.