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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Divine Comedy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.