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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.