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 Romania and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 linndrum 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 Neil Young to the electroclash 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.