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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
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 synthesizer 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Crime,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.