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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tommy Roe to the funk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.