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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.