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 Guyana and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic 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.