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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 The Invisible to the techno 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.