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 Austria and from Glasgow.
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 Portland and Beijing.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Can,
Rekid,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.