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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Golliwogs to the jazz 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.