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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang of Four to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.