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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Essential Logic to the grime 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.