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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
Scientists,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.