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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Jacques Brel to the rap 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
UT,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.