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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Masters at Work to the grunge 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Erasure,
Technova,
Mars,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.