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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Pulsallama to the jazz 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
Television,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.