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 Portugal 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Cosmic Jokers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
10cc,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
Technova,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.