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 Syria and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Chrome to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.