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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Shoche 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Ituana,
The Names,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.