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 Cuba and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.