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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiohead 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.