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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Pantytec to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.