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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
cv313,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.