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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Section 25 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
MC5,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
Yaz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.