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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.