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 Malta and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.