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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Babytalk,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.