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 Botswana 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Scrapy to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.