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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the jazz 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.