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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.