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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
JFA,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Can,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.