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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II 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?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Quantec,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.