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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Nas,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.