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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Q65,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.