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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Last Poets to the rap 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.