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 Eritrea 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Symarip to the disco 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.