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 Russia 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.