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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
Little Man,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.