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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Negative Approach to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
PIL,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.