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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.