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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
Minutemen,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.