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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.