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 Spain and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.