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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.