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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Age Steppers to the punk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.