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 China and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 H. Thieme to the punk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.