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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Charles Mingus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Brick,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
June Days,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.