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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Silicon Teens to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.