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 Comoros and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Fire Engines to the electroclash 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.