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 Gabon and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.