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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Trojans to the grime 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Ituana,
Model 500,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
Monks,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.