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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Gang Green to the rap 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.