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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.