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 Swaziland and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
OOIOO,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.