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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
June Days,
MC5,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Monks,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
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.