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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Mighty Diamonds to the jazz 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
Rapeman,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.