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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Star Department to the grunge 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.