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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
a-ha,
Technova,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.