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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
X-101,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.