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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Howard Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.