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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Evens to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.