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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 L. Decosne to the disco 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.