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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.