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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 the Association to the crunk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.