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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cluster to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.