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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 The Beau Brummels to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
the Slits,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Television,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.