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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
New Order,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.