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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Velvet Underground to the funk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül 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?
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
Index,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.