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 Seychelles and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Durutti Column to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
The Doors,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.