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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.