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 Botswana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
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 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Crime,
Scientists,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.