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 Uganda and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Alarm Clocks to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.