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 Togo and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Searchers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.