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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Vainqueur to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.