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 Portugal and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.