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 Cuba and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.