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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 The Gun Club to the rock 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
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.