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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.