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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Visage,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.