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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Scientists to the electroclash 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.