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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.