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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Curtis Mayfield to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Fear,
DNA,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.