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 Cuba and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag 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 disco 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Qualms,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.