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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.