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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.