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 Vietnam and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.