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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 The Moody Blues to the rap 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.