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 Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Gang Starr to the dance 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Moebius,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.