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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Victims,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.