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 India and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Moebius,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.