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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.