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 Pakistan and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Pere Ubu to the rap 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.