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 Colombia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Franke to the funk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.