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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.