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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.