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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Matthew Halsall to the disco 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.