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 Macedonia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neon Judgement to the techno 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.