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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the disco 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.