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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 CMW to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
Josef K,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.