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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.