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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
CMW,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.