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 Panama and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.