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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
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 marimba 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.