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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Clear Light,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.