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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.