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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hardrive 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.