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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
Crime,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.