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 Mauritania 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.