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 Uruguay and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 808 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 Jeff Mills to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.