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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.