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 Portugal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Absolute Body Control 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Suicide,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.