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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 David McCallum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Fear,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.