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 South Africa 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 The Red Krayola to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Nico,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.