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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.