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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.