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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Audionom to the grunge 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.