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 Djibouti 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Max Romeo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Scion,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.