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 Namibia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
Television,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.