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 Botswana and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
X-101,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.