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 Serbia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.