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 Marshall Islands 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Don Cherry to the crunk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Index,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.