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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 The Remains to the disco 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.