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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Zero Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.