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 Korea North and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tom Boy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.