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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.