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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the dance 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.