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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Ossler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.