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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
This Heat,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.