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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Wasted Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.