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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
MDC,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.