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 Japan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Camouflage to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.