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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.