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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.