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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Unwound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Japan,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.