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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
UT,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.