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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Black Pus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.