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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.