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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fela Kuti to the techno 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.