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 Mali and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tim Buckley to the grime 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.