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 Cuba and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 The Kinks to the funk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
Television,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.