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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Shoche to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Machine. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.