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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Mission of Burma to the disco 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.