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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
Can,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.