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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jandek to the rap 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
MDC,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
JFA,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.