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 Tajikistan 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Black Moon to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.