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 Philippines 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Parry Music to the punk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.