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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.