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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Babytalk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Index,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.