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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Goldenarms to the funk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
UT,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.