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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mad Mike to the dance 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.