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 Tajikistan 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra to the grime 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Scion,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Mars,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.