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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Scion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.