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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Music Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.