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 Honduras and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
Scion,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.