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 Sierra Leone 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
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.