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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Q65,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.