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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.