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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 The Dirtbombs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.