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 Singapore and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Cluster,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.