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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 E-Dancer to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.