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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Jeff Mills to the rap 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.