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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Q65 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s.
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 Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.