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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Tremeloes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Index,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.