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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bush Tetras to the grime 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.