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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.