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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Slave,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.