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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Victims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.