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 Sudan 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Sugar Minott to the grime 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.