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 Laos and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 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 Black Flag to the grunge 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Magazine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.