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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.