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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Black Flag to the crunk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Scion,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.