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 Oman and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.