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 Syria and from Accra.
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 Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.