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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
UT,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.