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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wasted Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.