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 Italy and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Funky Four + One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Index,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.