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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.