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 Korea North and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
Organ,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.