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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 The Victims to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.