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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Ossler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
X-102,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.