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 Libya and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 David Bowie to the techno 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Interpol,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
The Move,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.