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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 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 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 Eurythmics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.