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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 The Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.