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 Korea North and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.