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 Kenya and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.