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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Grauzone to the grunge 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
JFA,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.