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 China and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Pantytec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Faust,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.