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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Magma,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.