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 Sweden and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brass Construction to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Pole,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.