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 Serbia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scion to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.