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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Slave,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.