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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.