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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Derrick May to the disco 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.