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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Half Japanese to the punk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.