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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 The Star Department to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour 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?
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.