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 Brunei and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Slackers to the funk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.