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 Burkina and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.