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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
Visage,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.