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 Azerbaijan 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
X-101,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.