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 Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.