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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.