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 Ireland 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.