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 Belgium and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 OOIOO to the disco 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.