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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sisters of Mercy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.