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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Guru Guru to the techno 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
the Slits,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Wings,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.