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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Stiv Bators to the funk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
ABBA,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
Television,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.