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 Argentina and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sex Pistols to the techno 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Ten City,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.