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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 a-ha to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.