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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
JFA,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.