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 Malawi and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Cure to the dance 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
This Heat,
The Index,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.