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 Marshall Islands and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
The Move,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.