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 Latvia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quando Quango to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
X-101,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.