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 China and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
AZ,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.