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 Panama 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.