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 Turkey and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Desert Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.