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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.