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 Angola and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 The Mummies to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
UT,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.