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 Guyana and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.