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 Austria and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.