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 States and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the rap 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.