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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
X-102,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.