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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.