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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Television,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.