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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.