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 Canada and from Halifax.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.