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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Reagan Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.