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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rekid to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.