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 Papua New Guinea 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.