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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
Zapp,
John Holt,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.