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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Audionom to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Inner City,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.