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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.