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 Korea South and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joey Negro to the jazz 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.