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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
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 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.