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 Japan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Black Bananas to the techno 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '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 The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Quantec,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.