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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.