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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.