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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Pere Ubu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.