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 Panama and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Babytalk to the techno 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
X-102,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.