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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marmalade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.