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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Technova to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.