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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the rap 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.