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 Georgia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.