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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Liliput to the electroclash 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.