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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
MDC,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.