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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Groovy Waters to the dance 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.