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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.