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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Cameo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.