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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
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 linndrum 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 Camberwell Now to the funk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.