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 Sweden 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Bush Tetras to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.