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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Birthday Party to the jazz 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Zapp,
The Move,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
Unwound,
Nico,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.