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 Malawi and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.