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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Blancmange to the punk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.