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 Korea South and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
X-102,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.