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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.