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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 a-ha to the funk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.