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 Bahrain and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Niagra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
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.