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 Nepal and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.