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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Newcleus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Television,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.