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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 The Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.