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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Lindisfarne to the techno 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.