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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.