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 France and from Calgary.
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 Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.