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 Iran and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Monolake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
Slave,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Swans,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.