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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.