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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.