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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fat Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Cluster,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.