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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Birthday Party to the grime 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.