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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.