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 Dominica and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Swans,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.