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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.