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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Das Ding to the grunge 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Slave,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Television,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.