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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Franke,
Sparks,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
the Association,
Scion,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.