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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.