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 Iran and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Blancmange to the disco 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.