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 Austria and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Drexciya to the dance 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.