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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the rap 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.