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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 chamberlin 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 Crime to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.