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 Latvia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grime 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
Hashim,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.