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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 linndrum 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.