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 Rwanda and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visage to the jazz 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Ludus,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.