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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 The Durutti Column to the grunge 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.