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 Ireland and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Ten City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.