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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Darondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Wire,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.