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 Greece and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Style to the crunk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.