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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.