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 Peru and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
Wire,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.