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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
ABC,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.