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 China and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Darondo,
Lalann,
DNA,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
UT,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.