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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Magma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.