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 Iraq and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.