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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Connie Case to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Faust,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.