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 Namibia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rapeman to the jazz 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.