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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Wire,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.