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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
JFA,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
The Motions,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.