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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Q65,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.