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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radio Birdman to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.