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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Can,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.