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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.