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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.