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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Toni Rubio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.