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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Andrew Hill to the techno 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
ABC,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.