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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.