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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Banda Bassotti 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
Aswad,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.