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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Inner City to the dance 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Visage,
Q65,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.