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 Iran and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.