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 Venezuela 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Stooges to the electroclash 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Pylon,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.