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 South Africa and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Q65,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.