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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
New Order,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.