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 Kuwait 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
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Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.