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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.