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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wally Richardson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.