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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Zapp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.