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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
Organ,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.