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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.