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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.