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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Angry Samoans to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.