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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.