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 Uganda and from New York.
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 Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Count Five to the techno 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
MDC,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
Mantronix,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.