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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.