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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.