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 Oman 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lindisfarne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.