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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Organ to the dance 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
10cc,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.