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 Cambodia and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Raincoats to the grime 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.