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 Maldives and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.