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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.