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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Ken Boothe to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
cv313,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.