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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Golliwogs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.