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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Black Bananas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
the Association,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.