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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kayak to the crunk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Technova,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.