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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dual Sessions to the grime 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Urselle,
The Index,
the Normal,
Slave,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.