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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.