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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Country Teasers to the jazz 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Q65,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.