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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the grunge 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.