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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Maurizio to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Scion,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Inner City,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.