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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Urselle to the rap 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.