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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
Pole,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
Pantytec,
Can,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.