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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Boredoms to the rock 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.