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 Cape Verde and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.