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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
UT,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.