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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MDC to the punk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.