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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
Magazine,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.