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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.