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 Algeria and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.