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 Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Henry Cow to the dance 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
CMW,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.