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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Litter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.