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 Honduras and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.