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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the electroclash 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.