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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Index,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.