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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.