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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.