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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.