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 Eritrea 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 FM Einheit to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
Excepter,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.