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 Nigeria 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.