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 Montenegro 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.