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 Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Barracudas to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.