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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Magma,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
the Association,
X-102,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.