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 Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
X-101,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Fear,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.