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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Bar-Kays to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.