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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Trojans to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.