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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aswad to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.